WW2 Love • м o e & Keke14

[м o e]

WW2 has just begun, and a young soldier has to leave his one true love to join the army.

In the chaos of war, their letters became few and far between and it became harder and harder to find the correct man to deliver mail to. After the war the soldier tries to contact his love, but someone new finds the letter and decides to go along with it. Will she reveal herself as a stranger or keep up a lie?

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[м o e]

Porter Mayfell


Age: 19
Appearance: Well built and stocky. He has brown hair and light hazel/golden eyes. Dimples when he smiles. About 5’10 in height and well muscled.
Personality: Porter is full of charm and has an easy-going nature. He is a great listener and most everyone he meets quickly considers him a friend. He does go through bouts of strong emotion and occasionally isolates himself because of it. Most don’t actually get to know the deeper side of him. (Personality based off before entering the military)

[Keke14]

First Love;
Name: Grace Fletcher
Age: 18/24 (before/after jumping to the future)
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Standing at an average 5'6" and weighing a typical 145 lbs, Grace has a thin build. Her hair reaches about to her shoulder blades, and is a beautiful chestnut brown. Although it is straight she often curls it into a soft wave style. Grace has light hazel eyes which seem to change in different lightings, sometimes appearing brown, other times green. She has clear olive skin with a birthmark on her wrist in the shape of a crescent moon.
Personality: Grace is a dreamer. She's always sought to shoot for the moon and land amongst the stars if she hasn't got where she aimed. Her imagination runs wild, and her heart yearns to learn and discover everything about the world in which she lives. She is compassionate and empathetic. Her determination to make a difference in the world would lead her to accomplish anything she put her mind to, and her stubborn demeanor would prevent anyone from standing in her way. Grace had a way about getting her way. She could convince a fox to sell her it's fur if she so desired. Her beauty was second only to her passion to help others.
Face Claim: Geena Davis

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New Love;
Name: Evelyn Winthrop
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Evelyn is 5'8", 160lbs. Short curly red hair, about reaching her jawline. She often has it in an up-due, curls tight to her scalp. But when she is feeling fancy she straightens it so it nearly reaches her shoulders, framing her long, slender face. Her skin is pale, freckles covering her from head to toe. Her eyes are a dull grey-blue that pop against her light skin.
Personality: Evelyn is proud and dignified, holding her head up high no matter what company she keeps. Although she is quiet until provoked, she has strong opinions and the means to debate her points thoroughly. She is never one to back down from a fight. She uses writing as a means to express herself, taking the time to find the words she needs to get her point across. Often called bull-headed, or quite the hot head, she is rather good at calming herself down and forcing herself to behave rationally.
Face Claim: Alexandra Breckenridge

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Porter Mayfell

Early dawn light was just breaking as Porter walked down the crowded street, dressed in full uniform. Today was the day, and everyone knew it. The war had begun and he was late to the party, but so was his entire battalion. He was half shoved into the middle of the road as people patted him on the back and tucked flowers into his pockets. The noise filled his ears till they rang but he still only had one thought in his mind. Find Grace.
They had spent the last night dancing and talking, and he already felt heartsick knowing he was about to leave and, possibly, not return. The young man stood on his toes as he tried to sort through the crowd making its way towards the docks where they’d ship him off to the front lines. Where was she? She’d promised to come say goodbye, and he wasn’t sure how he’d handle leaving without holding her just one more time.

A group of women nearby saw him and started screaming like he was some sort of celebrity. He didn’t recognize any of them but before he knew it he was surrounded. They giggled and touched his arms, commenting on how handsome he was in uniform. Porter’s cheeks turned a deep shade of red at the attention but he raised his hands to deflect them. “S-sorry ladies I’m looking for someone,” he apologized quickly, laughing off his embarrassment. All the while his hazel eyes searching for that one familiar face.

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Grace Fletcher

It felt like she had been up all night, her body buzzing and restless. She woke up before the dawn, getting all gussied up and ready to wish her first and only love a safe deployment. She took her time taking her long hair out of the curlers, watching as each strand fell to her shoulders. It took all she had to keep from crying, knowing today was going to be hard enough on Porter without her water works. Grace felt cheated, but knew he was doing what he had to in order to keep her, and the whole country, safe. She put on her favorite dress, tight fitting, but flowing out in a beautiful wave of ruffles around her knees. Grace finished the look with a white pair of gloves, checking herself in the mirror and testing it out with a quick twirl. Satisfied that she was presentable, and with a heavy heart, she set out for the docks.

They promised to meet just before the boat would leave, so she could send him off in a proper goodbye. Not too long for her to get emotional and ruin the day, but just long enough for them to share a few final moments together. She had only one thing to give him, a polaroid of her from earlier this summer, before she knew his decision to go. Grace arrived at the dock right on schedule, but there was a bit more of a crowd than she thought there would be. She softly pushed her way through the crowd of well-wishers, young lovers, and proud parents. Her hazel/green eyes raked over every man in uniform until she finally saw her soldier. He was surrounded by girls, no surprise. He was the most gorgeous boy she thought she'd ever seen. Grace took a moment to compose herself, feeling her heart ache already just at the sight of him in his uniform. She took in a deep breath, releasing it slowly and decided to just go for it. With a playful smirk, she walked forward, overhearing his embarrassed apology to the group.

"And who might you be looking for, handsome?" she teased, placing her hand gently against his shoulder to direct his attention toward her. Grace smiled wide, teeth glinting in the early light, eyes glowing with a mix of pride and longing.

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Porter Mayfell

The young man felt a delicate hand on his shoulder and knew who it was before she even spoke. Her familiar voice could have been the song of angels with how it made him feel and he turned quickly, embarrassment evaporating as he took Grace’s hands and gave her his most dashing smile. “My, I believe I’ve forgotten her name, as the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on has just snatched my attention,” he laughed, “darling.” He would have said more but he didn’t trust himself, emotion hitting him like a ton of bricks and words becoming stuck in his throat. He swallowed hard and lifted a thumb to caress her cheek.

How was he going to do this? He knew he wasn’t the only one, but gosh they all seemed so young, were they really leaving for war? It didn’t seem real. He feared all too soon, it would be very very real. So right then in the present was what he chose to focus on, like Grace’s hands in his, the way she looked at him, her perfume, that dress… yes this was going to be very hard indeed. He’d never truly loved someone before, high school romances were always shallow and disappointing. Grace was something different entirely and he ached at the thought of losing her.

The crowd had grown, and nearby the boat wailed at the men a warning that it would leave soon. Porter squeezed her hands gently, wishing he could zone out everything going on and freeze time right in that moment.

[Keke14]

Grace Fletcher

Grace leaned into his touch, soaking in every moment they shared and committing it to memory. His cologne, the roughness of his fingers, the strength in his grip, the shine of his smile. Betrayed by her emotions, her eyes began to water at the sound of the boat whistles. So much to say, so little time, and yet she couldn't ruin this moment with a single tear. She squeezed his hands in hers, releasing one to run her fingers up his arm and place them at the back of his neck. Her eyes never left his, keeping the forced smile as she chuckled, "Such flattering words from such an eligible bachelor." Grace couldn't remember the last time she's ever felt this close to another person, as though they were meant to have known each other.

She pressed her lips together, stifling a shaky breath. "My love," She started, slowly, but feeling the tension in the crowd grow as soldiers began to leave their loved ones and board. "Promise me one thing," she felt calm, knowing he felt the same way about her, "Never forget how much I love you," a silent tear fell from her eyes as her voice began to break. Her cheeks began to flush to a rosy color from emotion. "And please, come home to me," she bit her cheek, surprising the rest of the tears from overflowing.

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Porter Mayfell

He felt like he was holding his breath in vain, time kept moving forward and he could do nothing to stop the reality that he was leaving. He noticed the tears welling in Grace’s eyes and he gave her a single nod when she asked him to come home. ”On my honor, I’ll return to you,” he swore solemnly. Shivers ran up his spine as she placed her hand on his neck and they stood there in each others grasp. One of his mates was yelling at him to hurry it up. Oh if only he could confess his undying love to her with every word he had in him, but now was not the time. Instead, he gave her his best smile and leaned down a bit, his lips resting against her cheek for a prolonged moment. ”Write me. I still need you, my love,” he whispered in her ear, then very reluctantly, he released her hands.

Porter wasn’t one to cry, but he had to stare hard at the sky for a second to hide the growing redness in his face. “Mayfell, common lad!” His friend shouted again. Porter gave Grace one final bow, as he was still a gentleman, then turned on his heel and started walking before he could think too long about it. He was quickly swallowed by the crowd and had to refocus on the task at hand; going to war. He and his friend walked up the gangplank and joined the other soldiers along the sides of the ship. He found a place on the rail and leaned over precariously far out into open air, scanning the crowd for Grace. Just one more look, one more smile.

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Grace Fletcher

She closed her eyes as his kiss, sighing sorrowfully as he whispered in her ear. The lump in her throat prevented her from speaking again, instead she nodded enthusiastically, opening her eyes and meeting his gaze one final time. She took in a deep, sudden breath as he released her hand, laughing softly as he bowed before her. Grace managed a curtsy before she was forced to watch him turn and disappear into the wave of uniforms heading for the ship. The young lady felt her heart break a little, biting her lip as she tried to find his head in the crowd. She thought she caught a glimpse of him as he went through the door of the ship, switching her attention to the soldiers leaning against the sides of the ship.

It took a moment before she could move again, feeling lost without her other half. Determined as ever, she pushed through the crowd until she was so close she thought she could reach out and touch the bow of the ship. Grace continued looking up, squinting against the early sunlight until her eyes settled once more on Porter's face. Her lips parted into a wide smile, her face glowing with accomplishment as she cupped her hands to shout as loudly as she could, "Porter!" She waved her arm above her head, jumping up and down a few times in hopes he could pick her out of the mass of ladies wishing their soldiers safe travels.